17 January 2013
He was breath taking yet tranquil. His body was a work of art, bursting with exquisiteness as if Van Gogh had painted him himself. Although there is so much more behind his beauty, it was unknown. He was pure, innocent and never been seen before. He was a treasure and he didn't even know it like a butterfly he could not see his wings.
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Butterfly • Opuss № I